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Carnage

Welcome to my lovely kitchen. Don’t be afraid! The water’s just fine. Oh, sure, there are sharks in the shape of dirty iron skillets swimming around, waiting to devour your legs if you dare to enter. And hundreds of poisonous eels disguised as nasty, encrusted spatulas waiting to bite your ankles as you swim past. But c’mon! Where’s your spunk? Where’s your sense of culinary adventure? Just because I’m not one of those “clean-as-you-go types”, it doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.

So I cooked a lot of food yesterday. Aside from working on a cookbook, I’m also cooking finalists’ recipes for the Dairy Contest, and, of course, preparing recipes to post on PW Cooks since I love nothing more than sharing my love of butter with you.

All I know is this: I started cooking in the morning. And I didn’t stop ’til night. And though my family got to enjoy a nice, big dinner, my kitchen got a little ugly.

Oh, dear. Oh my. This is embarrassing. And my poor camera lens—I don’t even pretend to take care of it anymore. I just shove it in the grease and the flour and hope it survives.

Oh, but look! There’s my beautiful live-in maid! She’ll clean all this up in a jiff. She’s good like that.

Oh, you don’t see her? But she’s right there—look! She’s the one in the little black and white outfit. The one washing all my dishes. The one wiping off my counters.